The rebirthing process. part 1 - deathbed.
Most people are born in a hospital. The same is true for me. Both times. But before I go there, perhaps I should start with dying. It only makes sense, as to be reborn, you can't really skip the dying part. It all started with a little frog called the waxy or giant monkey frog. It was caught, I'm led to believe by an indigenous tribe who use the frog's opiod peptide secretions to cleanse their bodies and souls, increase strength and stamina and bring good luck for hunting. Like anything from the indigenous people of this planet, civilisation tends to want to either stamp it out or colonise it. In this case, it seems the latter with the usual natural medicine cure-all claims that self proclaimed healers tend to label it with. Narky judgments aside, subjectively, people seem to draw benefit from it and the research in rats seem promising but I digress. I got offered some work cooking for some friends. They were holding a kambo practitioner training session running for the wee...